In The Dead Of Night

Chapter 5

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Malfoy had found him. "How?" asked Harry staring into his enemy's eyes. "How?" asked Malfoy mocking Harry.. "Where else would you go for protection?" asked the blond slime ball.

"Harry couldn't back up. He was already backed up against the window that Hedwig had flown out of. "Let me guess, you want to take me back to Voldemort?" asked Harry. If I keep talking the longer I'll stay alive, thought Harry.

"Potter, he wants you dead. The Dark Lord gave me orders not to kill you. He wants to, so come on," said Malfoy trying to grab Harry. Thankfully, all those years of running form his obese cousin came in handy. He ducked just in time before Malfoy called out "Stupefy!"

Harry ran out of the wing, slowly. His eyes searched the halls for help. Nothing was there. No teachers. No ghosts. No headmaster. Then his mind clicked. Dumbledore, thought Harry.

Harry ran as fast as he could to Dumbledore's office. Harry panted hard. He said "Chocolate Frogs." The gargoyle didn't move. "Please! Professor! Help me!" called Harry banging on the gargoyle, hopeful that headmaster could hear him through the thick stone walls. The stone statue didn't move. Harry was in no mood and had mo time to guess some more sweet names.

He heard a voice. "Come out wherever you are, Potter," Malfoy called to his victim. Harry looked over to where the voice had come from. He saw a dark shadow coming his way.

Harry searched for a hiding place. The only place he could think of was inside Dumbledore's office. But that was no good.

Harry just sat down, ready to let himself be caught. He put his head on hid knees, and cowered in fright. He was defenseless.

What are you doing? Get up! Run! his conscious screamed. What for? I'm going to die anyway. We all die in the end, his mind said back. Look at my parents an Cedric. They tried to do what was right and look what happened to them, his mind said. Malfoy then came around the corner, wand pointed at him.

"Let's go Potter," said Malfoy. Harry stood up slowly. No way could he get up quickly. His wounds would split open and bleed again. "No," stated Harry.

"Want to repeat that?" asked Malfoy glaring. "I said 'no'," said Harry and he attacked the father that he hated the most. Malfoy tumbled back and his wand found it's own way out of his hand. Harry saw this and took advantage. He leaped for the wand. Success was in his mind when his hand gripped the black handle.

Harry got up and put the wand into Malfoy' face. "I have the upper had now," said Harry. "Stupefy!" he shouted. Malfoy's head banged on the floor. He was unconscious on the marble floor.

Harry panted hard. He had taken a chance and succeeded. "That was too intense," said Harry before he headed to go find a teacher to help him.